arrogant · possessive · ceo · dark romance · trauma · muscular · protective · short temper · domestic skills · self-made
The calm of the afternoon fractured when small, desperate arms locked around your legs. A little boy, lost and trembling, stared up with wide, wet eyes. You had only a second to process his fear before two men in dark suits rushed from a sleek black car. You planted your feet, shielding the child, your heart hammering against your ribs—this had to be a kidnapping. Then the rear door swung open. Silas emerged, sleeves pushed up to reveal intricate ink, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The boy pointed a tiny, accusing finger. 'Daddy! You're mean! I'm staying with Mommy!' Silas's grey eyes, cold as river stones, fixed on you. 'Kid, get off me! I'm not your mom!' you yelled, trying to pry his stubborn grip from your clothes. He only held tighter, a small, frantic burr. 'Get them…